An insight into the world of films from a girl obsessed with jellyfish

Day 86 – Freddy Got Fingered

And so an eerie silence has taken over. Not sure how I’m going to do this…

Freddy Got Fingered. Shit happens.

I just…

Okay wait…

So it was about…

What was good was…

I can’t…

Nope. Sorry. There was NOTHING good about this damn thing.

I haven’t spoken a word since it finished, and I’m really not sure I’m ever going to again.

I’m actually struggling to work out whether this or Garbage Pail Kids was worse. Really.

I suppose you could say Garbage Pail Kids was better. It kills me to say that. But at least I had stuff to say about it.

This film…

After the initial OH MY FUCKING SHITTING GOD WHAT THE FUCK AM I WATCHING BURN MY FUCKING RETINAS OUT OF MY SKULL AND SHOVE TEN MILLION BURNING NEEDLES IN EVERY PART OF MY FACE NO PLEASE KILL ME NOW I’M FUCKING BEGGING YOU I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING PLEEEEEEEEASE which lasted probably about ten minutes, I just went numb. Like I said, no words have been uttered. I have no fucking words. I can’t even describe it.

Who the fuck are you Tom Green? Oh. That’s right. I don’t fucking know about anything else you’ve done in your shitty little life so therefore you don’t fucking matter to anyone or anything so just go die please thank you.

I fucking hate life. If this is the kind of thing people get one million dollars to do, then fuck this.